the heartbreak of armpit fat.

I have just discovered the official silliest piece of fatphobia I have ever encountered in my born days.

Apparently, we are all now supposed to be terrified of exposing our unsightly armpit fat.

Based on my admittedly cursory internet research, and exemplified by the image above, I would worry about the health consequences for any woman concerned with armpit fat, because it would suggest that she is not doing her breast self-exam properly. What we see above, in the damning orange circles, is in fact part of the boob. And the problem is that Madam is not wearing a properly-fitting bra, as the one illustrated above is at least two cup sizes too small and one band size too large. The little metal bits (we call them 'underwires') are meant to lie flat against the ribcage, not sit halfway up Mount Doom like the track of a sidehill hoofer.

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"The patriarchy is in my armpits." That is a great line, Bear. You have got to use it somewhere.

Interefering male note: As a result of my own weight lost, I have significant fat bulges on the side of my own chest, just below my armpits. This gives me the appearance, when naked of carrying saddlebags pendant to my ribcage. I suspect that this is a related phenomenon.